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I come, O Lord, when troubled waves are stirring
The healing fount that cures the touch of sin;
I come in hope, no faintness then deterring,
But there are none, O Lord, to help me in.
Help me in, help me in!
I am tired now of sin;
Help me in, help me in!
I may life eternal win!
I come, O Lord, when mercy is extended,
And angel wings are brooding softly o’er;
The ways of sin, that I had once defended,
I leave them all, and I can do no more.
Help me in, help me in!
I am tired now of sin;
Help me in, help me in!
I may life eternal win!
I come, O Lord, though others may be hasting
With stronger steps to seek the way of life;
I come in faith, no precious moment wasting,
While earth and Heaven with love and peace are rife.
Help me in, help me in!
I am tired now of sin;
Help me in, help me in!
I may life eternal win!
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1903
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Bible Refs:
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Jn 5:2-4;
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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MUSIC
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BETHESDA
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11 10 11 10 r 6 6 6 7
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